Ivory Delicacies

photo by Christian Parco

Ivory Delicacies

By third year Rachel Waters

Love is a word cherished enough to associate with a sheet,

a relief to my aching limbs, their delicate feeling, and colors of ivory and bone

Warm sheets act as armor around my shoulders, forcing cold winter mornings to face defeat.

My breathe comes out cold in a whispery motion

but my torso and nape are secured into marshmallows and whip crème.

(a glorious way to spend the afternoon, tossed in cotton waves like the ocean)

My nose takes up an initial lavender scent, soaking delicacies into my bloodstream.

photo by Christian Parco

Warm sheets, new sheets, clean sheets start out so fresh

I take pleasure in messing them, tossing the fabric into the breeze,

or running my fingers lightly through the mesh,

waiting for a playful cat to strike its attack near fluffy clouds against my knees.

Tucking the corners, straightening the crease,

all to become convoluted once again after sleepy peace.